Stan Marsh Sister Novels & Stories

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

I ignored him. Stella finally let out a long breath. “So my sister is the mate of the Alpha King. My sister who just had a traumatic miscarriage. My sister who just left her husband. My sister who was this close to dying on a jet. Gosh I wish you found her before she got married and all this won’t have happened in the first place.” “Yeah,” I said carefully. “If only.” She stared at me. Then she nodded slowly. “Fine. I will freak out later. Right now I just need her alive.”

she shouted, raising her glass with a radiant smile on her lips. I laughed and clinked glasses with her before bringing my cocktail to my lips. The burn of the alcohol slid down my throat, pulling a shiver of pleasure from me. Isabella always knew how to make me forget my worries. My sister was a star in the darkness, a goddess of the night. With her sculpted body, her long legs showcased by a tight red dress, and her devastating smile, she drew all eyes to her. I had always been the more discreet, wiser, and composed one. She was the fire. I was the shadow of her light.

"I shredded the homework she worked so hard on, unleashed cockroaches and rats into the basement where she lived, and framed her for stealing... but they wouldn't listen to a single word she said. When your beloved sister was beaten until her mouth was full of blood, she kept crying out for them, yet they wouldn't stop. Even I felt a little sorry for her just listening to her!" Right after saying all that, he burst into laughter. "Do you know where your baby sister lived? In the basement! Their own flesh and blood lived in a damp, cold basement with no sunlight, while I lived in your old, spacious, well-lit bedroom. Her old room was converted into my walk-in closet ages ago. That's not all—"

I couldn't fall. The figure glanced back. Even through the mask, I could see their eyes widen. They hadn't expected me to follow. They'd expected me to stand by the lake, screaming and crying, the way normal people would. But I wasn't normal. I was Alice's sister. And I was done being scared. "You can't outrun me!" I yelled. "I've been running my whole life!" The figure veered left, toward the old maintenance shed near the edge of campus. I'd seen it before, a crumbling building covered in vines, its windows boarded up, its door rusted shut.

Over by the apiary, a female in a white suit and veil is smoking the bees. Another female, Wrenlee’s sister, Annabel, is perched on an overturned bushel basket, picking peas. Their youngest sister, Laney, sits nearly in the grass, shelling the peas and popping at least every other one in her mouth. “Hello, sisters,” I call. They both wave. They’re still shy of me and the other males, but they don’t smell of fear anymore, and that’s a blessing.

“It’s called networking. Don’t be such a middle child.” “Fuck you,” she growled. I just laughed at her. I dragged her into the kitchen. “Jake, have you met my little sister?” He was in the kitchen chatting up a girl from Lambda Mu. She had dark brown hair and a pixie cut. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of blue, and they were huge. Overall, very pretty. “Yeah. Stace, this is Ray’s sister, Kimi. She’s planning on Rushing Gamma Lambda Eta,” he said to the girl.

"Dont worry Tammy. Are you not prettiest?" "Well...I think Sham is the prettiest sister Tanisha. What if they choose her?" Tanisha was silent for a moment and it was then she thanked God for Shamma not being on the list at all. It was really mean, but Tamera was her sister and she would vouch for her anytime.

Her gaze was sharp, and she did not look away. “So,” she said in a cool voice. She crossed her arms over her chest. “This is her.” Kendrick smiled at her. It was an expression that was full of fatherly pride. “Stella,” he said warmly, “I want you to meet your sister, Ana.” Sister. The word landed heavy in the air between us. Stella stepped closer to me and held out her hand. Her grip was very firm when I took it. Her palm felt warm, and I could feel the unmistakable strength in her arm. She was much stronger than she looked.

I want things to go back to how it was and Stella is more or less my sister Stella cuts her right in as she says sister Stella; you can say anything but don't talk about being my sister because you'd never be my sister so just get out and don't say a word to me ever! you have no idea what it's like to lost a sister . if you did you won't constantly hurt him, he's my brother and the only relative I have . I don't talk to girls , I hate girls , girls are filled with hate and jealousy and when they can't compete, they decide to hurt you . they decide to kill you but with you, it was different. Caleb talked about how pure you are, how sweet you are and I loved you for him...